Serval and Sheep (Chapter 3)
Rather, the sheep shifts his attention to the desks, polished and meticulously organized.
A Botched Weremouse
He went back to the edge of the desk and tried to heft the pencil out and onto the desk.
FF: Diet Soda
Standing atop the desk he felt as if he was standing upon the side of a cliff. he tried to stay near the center of the desk to avoid falling off. as he backed away from the edge he nearly tripped over a pencil.
Eggceptional Get Away: Kickaha 2
Then he began to push it towards one of the desks with notebooks stacked atop it. he was soon having to run to keep up with the chair, and soon it flew out of reach of his claws and sailed right into the desk.
Michael and Amanda, Chapter 1
On either side of the lobby were four offices each with a desk and secretary in front of each door. at the far end of the lobby was a single office door with a desk and secretary. amanda noticed the occupants of each of the desks as she passed them.
Blood Debts and Jelly Beans
_ \*\*\*\*\* i sat behind my desk and sipped from my cup of chai tea with extra cinnamon. my laptop and web station were both opened at the left side of my desk, ready for me to go back to work.
The Adventures of Travis McQuinn: The case of the Cub Snatcher
She looked at me then at a foldier on her desk, on a bit of tape, in sharpie had a name written on it, my name, travis mcquinn, in big letters.
Lonely Oak Chapter 105 - The Long And Short
"so like, every year, kinder-to-fourth come into the fifth-grade hall, and the desks and tables are all lined up different," she said, gesturing to their desks.
Team X ch 5
He looked up over the desk to check, but he quickly went down in cover as the guards shot the edge of the desk. they kept firing and firing. the desk was breaking apart, piece-by-piece. still, john just waited for the right time.
Lonely Oak Chapter 115 - Elective Selective
The lion cub's hand slammed down on his desk. "s'how ya join the foo'ball team?" he asked.
Hole in the Wall: The Little Things. Chapter One.
Anthony cried as he turned around and ran his fat little body across the desk and into the hole that pedro only now spied on his desk. "did you little bastardo chew a hole in my wall?"
Moroneae Domesticus
Nordberg's desk was a smoldering black ruin, flickering flames dying on the corners. shell casings were scattered on the floor around ellis and nordberg's desks and in front of the kitchen door. abrams' office had been barricaded by his desk.